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Friday, August 31, 2012

My head feels like there are a bunch of little fish swimming in it. I have many things I want to do and many things to think about. My spidey senses are tingling. 8D

Anyway, I wanted to update again before August is done so I'm rushing to write again. I'm such an ass.

So I'm finally done with my cold, I think, aside from this junk in my throat, you know how it is. I've been busying myself with different work environments recently, going to branch schools to teach, so it's keeping on my toes too.

On Tuesday I went to hang out with le Katie, and finally picked up my long awaited copy of DIVISION.

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Le DIVISION

As you can imagine, it was kind of perfect.

DIVISION is crazy though. When the guy and Tower Records handed me the bag with it and the poster, I was shocked at how fucking heavy it was. I was actually having weird University bookstore flashbacks with me tromping down Baxter St. minus three hundred dollars, toting several tomes on nonsense like abnormal psychology and linguistics. I was actually surprised to open it (in the Baskin Robbins, of course) and find only a few critical reading passages. 8D

I won't go into my full thoughts. That's more LJ-talk, I think (maybe even secret LJ-talk) but I'm really feeling disc two. REQUIRED MALFUNCTION blows my mind the likes of HESITATING MEANS DEATH. At any rate, it's nice to have a full album to drink in after all this time. In a sense for us Heretics it's like we've been running a long time without any water, right?

Some photos of the sheer composition of this thing.

It's like a thick, nice quality album.

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Accompanying illustration-- I love this aspect of both DIVISION and TOXIC.

Sometimes you feel like just having the song isn't enough, right?

The concept is mainly these two girls in water. Some eerie pictures in here.

Anyway, it's given me a lot to think about. Their releases are always really interesting inspiring, even if just for the sheer amount of production that goes into them. In a way, I've come to terms that it it's kind of my dream to be involved in such a production in some way. Not necessarily like musically, but perhaps artistically? It's the same way I feel when I watch the bonus features on certain movies, all the planning and sheer creation of it is amazing. I don't really want to run one myself, but to have a little bit or artistic liberty and a goal to achieve. That would be great.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Good evening. How are you? I am sweating on the floor with a bad case of dry mouth, watching Neon Genesis Evangelion. The drug store meds I bought yesterday may or may not be fixing the plague I (and everyone else I know) have come down with, but they sure are drying out my throat. I'm also choking on cherry Vicks cough drops enough that I don't remember what my own mouth naturally tastes like.

The past two days have been weird. I feel like they've been longer than two days. Or like I've been on a trip of some sort. On Monday evening I went after work for a sort of going-away gathering for a good friend. I haven't known her very long, and I feel like we definitely didn't hang out enough, but it was really tough to see her go (though she will be back sooner than we all know, I'm sure of it). It was sort of funny when we were all laying down around the apartment to go to sleep around 4 AM or so, I think there was a dim, half-sleep stupored moment in which everyone in the apartment was coughing and I felt like maybe I was in a hospital.

The next morning we saw her to the airport and quietly retreated to our homes for some real sleep (I had a sort of nightmare actually) until that evening when we met up for dinner and some old Sailor Moon episodes.

These days I'm listening to too much Coldplay.

I got this fan by chance in a magazine at the Lawson a week or so ago and was stunned by how fucking cute it is. Then today in the Don Quixote, I found a gacha machine with little strap versions of Rei and Asuka Kitty and got Rei again. So fucking cute.

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In a completely different direction, I love grey. Lately I just want to draw in grey, wrap myself in grey, speak in grey. And I love this nail polish. Finally a non-shiny grey, something that I've been unknowingly on the hunt for ever since one of my wonderful roommates a few years ago complained to me one day that she could never find a shade of sheer, plain grey fingernail polish. I guess I'm intrigued by that kind of challenge. Anyway, it's BYS, and the quality isn't great. It's kind of uneven no matter what I do, but if I just coat it on enough and gel nail finish on top, it's smokin'. And it was cheap.

Last week as well there was some flooding on my side of town. It was storming pretty hard when I got out of work on Saturday, and one of the nice office ladies lent me an umbrella, but when I got out of the subway, I was faced with this...

It's not easy to see maybe, but the water is quite deep. I was wearing some low heels and it still came halfway up my calves when I gave in and forged through.

It also extended down the entire length of the block. I walked through it disgustingly for about three minutes. I feel bad for real flood victims, because who knows what's in that water. I showered and washed my shoes and stockings out immediately when I got home of course.

Anyway, it's getting late and I need to prepare a suitable outfit for branch work tomorrow. I am nervous that people will think I'm making them sick because of my crazy voice. Oh well, nothing I can do.